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[/font][/size]athryn 'Kathy' Anne O'Connor was annoyed.

She hated being the age that she was for eternity. Being 11…for eternity…sucked…no pun intended. She hated having to constantly hide from people, including those of her own kind. She was currently walking through the cemetery, trying to find a peaceful place to just sit and listen to those around her. This is how she got her information while she was waiting for Anthony to give her any. Unfortunately now that he had gotten her this far, he was of little help since he wasn’t in Mystic Falls. Now it was up to her to find her big brother, and she would, one way or another. The down side to the entire thing was that no one could see her. She wasn’t as strong as most vampires, though she was still strong for a human. She knew in a battle against a human she would win hands down…but she knew she would be screwed up against any vampire who wasn’t a brand new one…and even that wasn’t a guarantee. She had gotten stronger over the years, but not as strong as one might think a 250 plus year old vampire should be. It sucked, but that was the price she paid…though she never offered to pay for it in the first place.

Another noise came from behind her and she whimpered softly, though she wasn’t really afraid, only worried. She looked up and saw a perfect tree climbing tree and immediately set out to climb it, doing so in record time. Once she was up in the tree she felt safer, even though she knew vampires would be able to smell her. As long as they didn’t attack she was fine. She had honed her senses over the years, learning as much as she could in order to stay alive, but whatever was behind her was still too far away for her to get a good reading on it. She didn’t know what it was, or how many there were; only that someone was coming.

For the millionth time, she wished that her brother was here. She had no idea how he would react upon seeing her once he finally did. She didn’t know if he’d be horrified, if he’d be excited, or if he’d be annoyed that he had tried to kill her and he didn’t succeed. She had no idea and that worried her. She hoped he would be excited to see her again. That he would wrap her up in his arms and hug her and tell her he missed her and that he loved her. She knew it was probably not going to happen that way, but she really hoped it would because if not, she would be heartbroken.

She could never figure out why she wasn’t mad at her brother, though she had been asked that same question every time someone found out about how she was turned (she never gave the name of her brother, or her technical sire, or anything of the sort, only told those who asked that her brother was turned, attacked her, and his sire turned her). She couldn’t understand it herself, why she wasn’t upset with him. She knew she should be, but she couldn’t be. It wasn’t his fault that he had lost his self…most vampires did. So she settled for missing him and loving him and having the fierce longing to be in his protective embrace again. She was sick of being scared, sick of running, sick of hiding. She wanted to be able to talk to someone like a normal girl her (physical) age, instead of wearing a ton of makeup all the time to pretend that she was older.

She heard a twig snap and looked towards it, though she didn’t see anything coming…yet.

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Tag- Open!
Outfit- Find her outfit here
Note- SOMEONE COME AND RP WITH POOR LITTLE KATHY!


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[thorne]

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Thorne Isabel Lohrasbe hated that she could never tell her father when she was going to visit her mother. Well, of course, she could tell him -- only she wasn't sure if it would break him. She thought it might. That was why she only ever left him a note on the kitchen table, held down at one corner by whatever she could find; today it was a half-empty glass of water. Dad. Gone for a walk. Thorne. The notes were always the same. No Love, Thorne or anything silly like that. Love was overrated.

It had been nearly a week since she'd last gone to see her mother. It wasn't as though she hadn't thought about Isabel or anything -- Thorne thought about her mom every single day. That had been the case for ten whole years, ever since the car accident. She could still remember the moment she'd found out that Isabel was gone. Like a light turning out, or a flame turning into a thin wisp of smoke curling through the still air around it. She'd been sitting in the kitchen, and the phone had rang. A loud, shrill sound that hurt her ears. She'd watched in confusion as her father leaned over to grab the phone -- not because he had answered the phone, but because of the way the colour flooded from his cheeks as he listened intently. Thorne had been eleven. She had known that something was wrong. She wasn't stupid.

Now, as she walked along the sidewalk towards the Mystic Falls Cemetery, her heels clicking against the pavement, she was reliving that moment again in her mind, trying her hardest not to. The iron gate she always used to enter the graveyard creaked loudly when she pushed it open. Another loud, rusty sound as she closed it behind her again, and then she was off, walking along the rows of headstones on a path she'd walked so many times before. Did her father ever come here? Thorne was sure that he must. After all, Isabel had been his wife. But she'd never seen him here, and he'd never mentioned the cemetery to her. Ever. That was part of the reason that she never told him where she was going, either. He thought she just liked to go for walks. He didn't know where she went.

It startled her when a twig cracked, but she was the one who had stepped on it. Thorne reached her mother's grave and ran her fingertips lightly against the headstone. Her skin picked up a few drops of water, although it wasn't raining all that hard, just a few drops here and there. Isabel Lohrasbe, she read. Her face was as empty of emotion as the gravestone in front of her, not even a tear forming in her eyes, but inside was a different story.

She felt like she was being watched. Glancing around, she tried to figure out who was looking at her; it took several long, drawn-out moments for her to find the figure sitting in the branches of a tree, too close for comfort. The branches grew thinner as they spread out over Isabel's grave, and there was a girl sitting there, closer to the trunk, where the tree could hold her up. She was young, maybe around the same age as Thorne had been when her mother had died -- long brown hair and blue eyes the colour of the sky on a sunny day. Not today. Today the sky was cold and grey as the rain began to fall a little more.

Standing underneath the tree, staring up at this little girl, Thorne felt the bizarre need to laugh; something she hadn't done in God only knew how long. She fought down that urge and instead just looked up with wide brown eyes and one eyebrow just slightly raised, and asked, "You going to be able to get down from there?"

tagged; katheryn anne o'connor
word count; too lazy to count
outfit; click for a free pet unicorn
lyrics; good to you, marianas trench
muse; how i met your mother. season 5, episode 16 (hooked)
notes; ^^ carrie was in it. 'twas epic XD

[Katheryn 'Kathy' Anne O'Connor]

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[/font][/size]athryn 'Kathy' Anne O'Connor pouted.

Apparently her supposed ‘good hiding spot’ wasn’t as great as she assumed it was. Now that the woman (she could now identify the gender) was standing near her, she could tell she was human. Though, there was something supernatural about her, she didn’t know though, so she didn’t worry. She wasn’t a vampire, wasn’t a demon, and that’s all that really bothered her. She giggled a bit at the woman’s question. “Of course” She stated before jumping from about 20 feet up and landing on her feet. “See?” She asked, knowing she wasn’t doing a very good job at hiding her true identity. She really needed to work on the whole ‘being a vampire and not giving it away thing’. Back where she was from, she just hid from everyone. In later years she had become good at it, but she was still a kid, still had the attention span of an 11 year old sometimes, and it just didn’t..click…sometimes.

She picked up her phone that had fallen out of her pocket when she jumped and put it back inside her pocket before looking at the girl in front of her. She didn’t look mean, she actually was really pretty. Almost reminding her of her friend’s sister from back in Ireland. She however cut that thought off as soon as it came because she didn’t want to start thinking about home at that time. She hadn’t been back since she was turned and had promised herself she wouldn’t go back until she found her brother…and he went with her.

“So, what brings you out in the cemetery at night?” She asked, cutting straight to the point. Normal humans didn’t come out at night into cemeteries for fear of vampires, though most thought they were just myths. For some reason, things that people didn’t think existed…still scared them.

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Tag- Thorne!
Outfit- Find her outfit here
Note- YAY! CARRIE UNDERWOOD!
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[thorne]

and i thought i saw a sign
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The girl giggled, although she looked a little disappointed that Thorne had found her so quickly. Had she broken out of a mental home or something? Thorne was pretty sure that normal kids didn't climb big trees in cemeteries at night. Where were this girl's parents? She shouldn't be out alone at this time of night. It was, like a certain asshole of a guy had told her last time she was here, dangerous.

"Of course," the girl laughed. Her eyes twinkled in the moonlight as she stood up on her branch, teetering precariously for a moment in which Thorne's heart leapt into her throat and then jumping. Thorne's mouth fell open and she was just about to scream when the girl landed easily next to her, knees bending to absorb the impact, and straightened up with a grin. "See?"

Thorne stared at the little girl in shock, brown eyes wide and lips slightly parted, trying to come up with the words to say, How the hell did you do that? Her mind was going at a million miles a minute, and she could barely even think to focus on one particular thought; her brain was simply a jumble of How did she -- what the hell -- what just happened -- what's going on? "How the -- what did you just do?" she asked unintelligibly, her mind refusing to work for her. "How did you do that?"

The girl bent over to pick up a cell phone and then looked back to Thorne, still smiling. "So," said the girl, eyes bright, "what brings you out in the cemetery at night?"

Thorne opened and closed her mouth stupidly for a moment before she found the words she was looking for. "I could ask you the same question," she replied evenly. "And where are your parents?" She wasn't going to just go ahead and tell this total stranger her life story -- and besides, she was a little more worried about what this strange little girl was doing hiding out in a graveyard tree.

tagged; katheryn anne o'connor
word count; too lazy to count
outfit; click for a free pet unicorn
lyrics; good to you, marianas trench
muse; perfect, p!nk
notes; yay for carrie underwood! XD

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[/font][/size]athryn 'Kathy' Anne O'Connor sighed.

It was always the same question whenever someone new met her. It was always where are your parents?. One of these days she simply wanted to scream out that her parents were murdered by the demon who took host of her brother’s body…the same demon who technically murdered her. Obviously she would never do that but it had been something she had always wanted to do. It would most likely scar some people for life, though it would be funny to see the look on people’s faces. Sort of like the look the woman in front of her had on right now. She knew that look as she had received it from many people over the years.

She knew that the girl standing in front of her most likely was wondering if she had some sort of mental disorder. She had been tested while in foster care before, though had never come up with anything. She did one time pretend she had voices in her head, since technically the demon in her head at times could be heard screaming at her to do things she would never in her life do on purpose. She heard the girl stutter as she watched Kathy jump off the tree. “I have always been good at climbing and jumping on trees. Being a dancer and a gymnast made me limber, and martial arts gave me strength, hence me being able to do that.” She simply stated because really, what else was she supposed to say?

“You could ask me the same question, but it wouldn’t be very fair since I asked you first now would it?” She answered, giggling a bit. Adults were so funny sometimes. “My parents aren’t around.” She simply said, not wanting to get into a huge discussion about it. What was she really supposed to say, that her parents were killed over 200 years okay? Yeah, no. She shrugged and held her hand out. “I’m Katheryn, Kathy for short. And you are?” She asked, waiting for the girl to shake her hand.

Word Count- 326
Tag- Thorne!
Outfit- Find her outfit here
Note- I figured I’d give Thorne a chance to touch Kathy so she’d figure out that she was a vampire soon.
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[thorne]

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Carefully, eyes wide, the little girl replied, "I have always been good at climbing and jumping on trees. Being a dancer and a gymnast made me limber, and martial arts gave me strength... Hence me being able to do that." What ten-year-old talked like that? And why was she using the past tense, like she wasn't still a dancer or a gymnast or in martial arts? To have those things make her strong, she would have had to be in them for years and years.

"You could ask me the same question," repeated the little girl, giggling again, "but it wouldn't be very fair, since I asked you first -- now would it?" Thorne just watched her in silence, waiting, brown eyes just as wide as the girl's blue ones. "My parents aren't around," she added simply. Did she mean they were dead? She looked so damn innocent, like she said this a lot. My parents aren't around. Where were they? "I'm Katheryn," she grinned. "Kathy for short. And you are?" She held out her hand in the most formal, un-childlike way possible.

"I'm Thorne," answered the blonde, slowly reaching out to take the girl's hand, careful not to move too quickly. It was strange, the feeling she got as her skin brushed Katheryn's -- a shock, followed by this horrible feeling in her gut, like something was twisting her insides. Thorne's eyes widened a little as she stared down at the innocent-looking little girl. What the hell was going on? She couldn't even try to guess at what this was supposed to mean. Releasing Katheryn's hand quickly, she shoved her own hand into the pocket of her denim shorts and tried to ignore the creepy feeling that was crawling like icy fingers over her.

tagged; katheryn anne o'connor
word count; too lazy to count
outfit; click for a free pet unicorn
lyrics; good to you, marianas trench
muse; one of those girls, avril lavigne
notes; technically, thorne doesn't know that vamps exist. ;)

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[/font][/size]athryn 'Kathy' Anne O'Connor pouted.

She saw the woman in front of her retreat as soon as she touched her hand and she couldn’t believe how stupid she had been. God she knew her that her skin was cold to the touch, and yet she had offered her to shake her hand. Ugh, she needed to talk to Anthony because her covert opts skills were severely lacking. Granted, that could be because she hadn’t been around too many people that she actually spoke with in her 200 plus years of living, but that was neither here nor there. “Nice to meet you Thorne.” She told her, smiling her innocent smile. If people knew that underneath all her smiles and childlike innocence, what actually lurked, they would be horrified. She had a soul, she was a good person, but she had made mistakes…it was unfortunate and she would never get over them fully, but it was true.

She remembered the first mistake she made. It had been 2 ½ weeks since she had fed. She hadn’t a chance to go out and get anything because she was traveling and didn’t know where the local butcher was. It was when she was still living with the woman she referred to as grandma and someone had come to the door. Grandma was in the bath and couldn’t come to the door to answer and she asked Kathy if she would. It had happened so fast, one moment she was smiling at the man standing in front of her, and the next she was drinking his blood. She had realized only seconds to late what was happening before she had run off into the woods, not knowing if she could handle being around Grandma yet.

She had come back hours later and grandma had explained that she needed to hunt more often to stop that sort of thing from happening again. It wasn’t often that it happened, but she was a child and had a short attention span, which made things like eating sometimes an afterthought. She had killed a total of ten people in her 200 years of living…which wasn’t a lot in vampire terms, but they still haunted her daily.

“So you still haven’t answered my question Thorne.” She told her, extremely curious why this woman was in a cemetery at night. She had an excuse, she was a vampire…but what was hers? She could tell she wasn’t supernatural, though there was a bit of power emanating from her. However something was different, not many people came to the cemetery at night. So what was her excuse?

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Tag- Thorne!
Outfit- Find her outfit here
Note- OooH. My bad. Should we have Kathy tell her that vampires exist? Or no? Your choice.

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The little girl before her allowed her lips to turn down at the corners, her eyes getting a little wider and bluer as she stared up at Thorne. Within a split second, though, the expression had flipped upside down, the smile returning. Wildly, a thought came to mind: Turn that frown upside down. "Nice to meet you, Thorne," said Katheryn politely, formally. "So... You still haven't answered my question, Thorne," she added, pronouncing her name carefully for the second time within just a couple sentences, like she was getting the feel for the name, for how it fit her. Thorne knew for a fact that her name fit her perfectly. Maybe not her appearance, but the way she acted -- thorny, someone had told her once.

So, what brings you out in the cemetery at night? The little girl's voice echoed in Thorne's mind, and she resisted the urge to feel like something here was dangerous. Nothing had ever happened to her here before; she had never understood why people were afraid of cemeteries. Thorne had forced herself to like this place ten years ago, the first time she came to visit her mother. You couldn't have someone you loved there and dislike the place. The graveyard was special; a place where you could be close to someone who was so far away.

"You didn't answer it, either," she said with a little smile, brown eyes sparkling in the light shining down from the stars. She wondered if the younger girl noticed that the smile was a little forced; most of Thorne's smiles were like that. Forced. It was hard to get a real smile out of her -- she'd been closing herself off for so long, smiling wasn't really natural for her. Still, a little bit reluctantly, she added, "I came to see my mom." Was a girl as young as the one before her even capable of understanding the hidden meaning behind those six little words?

tagged; katheryn anne o'connor
word count; three thirty
outfit; click for a free pet unicorn
lyrics; good to you, marianas trench
muse; the annoying humming of my mom's crappy computer
notes; hmm... maybe not right now. i've already got a thread with someone finding out about vamps and stuff, so my muse for that kind of thing is all used up with jenna. ;)

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[/font][/size]athryn 'Kathy' Anne O'Connor’s eyes shot open at the revelation.

The young girl immediately felt guilty hounding the ‘older’ girl about what she was doing in a cemetery. Of course she was here visiting those that she had lost, though how long ago was anyone’s guess. She immediately felt her smile pull down into a sympathetic frown. “I’m sorry for your loss.” She told her, because really, what else was there to say to her? She couldn’t exactly continue on as if the blonde girl in front of her hadn’t said anything, but still, that wasn’t the point. She pouted a bit before her ears perked up, having heard something off into the distance.

Her senses weren’t as honed as others her age or her species for that moment, but they were more honed that if she were a human. She sighed and looked up into the girl’s eyes. “I’m here simply taking a walk. My family died a long time ago, but their graves are in Ireland, where I’m from.” She explained, figuring that she could at least tell her that much. “I came here when I was younger and since I cannot just jump on a plane and go back whenever I want to visit them, I come here to remember them if that makes any sense.” She told her, smiling a sad smile. It wasn’t an act, nor was any of it a lie. She couldn’t get on a plane and be in Ireland within hours, as it would take her many days of travel to make sure she didn’t get caught in the sunlight.

She looked around, her senses feeling something around. She didn’t know what it was, but she had a feeling it was not good. “So do you usually come here at night? What about the evil things that come out at night?” She asked, trying to make it sound like a joke, but in reality wondering if this girl knew more than what she let on.

Word Count- 371
Tag- Thorne!
Outfit- Find her outfit here
Note- Kathy is not at all good at covert ops, but she won’t tell Thorne what she is or that vampires are real, she just pretends to ask.

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Katheryn's eyes went wide as her smile disappeared. "I'm sorry for your loss," she said sincerely, her sky-blue eyes wide as she spoke. Thorne didn't know what that was supposed to fix; like somehow apologizing for something the younger girl had not done would make everything better. As though Kathy had been at fault for the car accident; as though the fact that she was even the slightest bit sympathetic changed anything; as though she was placing herself in Thorne's shoes for just a split second before stepping into her own again, so that she wouldn't have to actually be Thorne, because nobody wanted to be Thorne Isabel Lohrasbe.

"It's okay," lied Thorne. That was the automatic response to things like this, and it had been that way since the beginning of time. When someone said they were just a little bit sorry for a person close to you dying, they wanted you to say that it was fine, that it was okay. They didn't want you to go on and on and on about how depressing it was that you'd lost your mom or your grandfather or your cat or whoever it was that you'd lost. That wasn't the point.

Kathy's face changed in a split second as she turned her head sharply, narrowing her eyes into the darkness surrounding the graveyard. Thorne followed the little girl's gaze, but saw nothing. After a moment of silence in which they both stared off into the dark, Katheryn turned back to face her. "I'm here simply taking a walk. My family died a long time ago, but their graves are in Ireland, where I'm from. I came here when I was younger, and since I cannot just jump on a plane and go back whenever I want to visit them, I come here to remember them -- if that makes any sense."

Thorne shrugged. "It makes sense to me... I'm sorry for your loss," she added, tossing the other girl's words back at her. She was sure that it didn't sound the slightest bit sincere, but it didn't matter. It wasn't often that someone feeling sympathetic actually sounded sympathetic, either. It was sort of an automated thing, being sympathetic like that.

"So," said Kathy, clearly intent on changing the subject. "Do you usually come here at night?" Thorne shrugged, as if to say, Sometimes. Only when she felt the need to go and visit her mother, which happened quite a lot -- just not usually at night. There had, of course, been instances where Thorne had been asleep, woken up, and made the walk to the cemetery in the wee hours of the morning. Usually, those were the nights when she had dreams about Isabel. Katheryn grinned at her. "What about the evil things that come out at night?"

Thorne looked down at her, a little amused. It showed in her eyes, even if she did not necessarily appear to be happy or smiling at all; just the way that her brown eyes sparkled a little bit in the moonlight could tell anyone who looked at her what she was thinking. "What, you mean all the things in the stories?" She ran one hand through her wavy blonde hair. "Like, vampires and werewolves and stuff?"

tagged; katheryn anne o'connor
word count; five forty four
outfit; click for a free pet unicorn
lyrics; good to you, marianas trench
muse; gravity, sara bareilles
notes; sounds like a plan ;)

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[/font][/size]athryn 'Kathy' Anne O'Connor’s wasn’t at all stupid.

She knew when she was being lied too. She was a vampire, she had lied her entire immortality. She wouldn’t say she was a good liar, but she had to lie to stay alive. It’s not like she could tell a foster family that she was a vampire who in all actuality wanted to suck their blood. Lying was part of the after life…or at least in her case it was, so this was the way it would be. So she knew when she was being lied too…she could sense it. However she didn’t hold it against the blonde woman in front of her. What else was she supposed to say for an apology on something that had been out of either of their control?

Kathy wanted to glare at the older girl, but didn’t. Her words were thrown back at her as an apology for her loss, and while they didn’t seem sincere, she didn’t really care. This girl was not her friend, she didn’t know her, so she really didn’t care what she thought. “Don’t apologize…it happened a long time ago and I’m over it…no reason to pretend that you’re sorry for something you had no control over.” She told her. The young girl wasn’t exactly the most tactful person in the world, but she was alright with that.

She could have slapped herself for commenting on the things in the dark. What was she thinking? She might as well right a huge sign on her forehead that says I’m a vampire. Thankfully being young had it’s advantages. She giggled a bit, hoping it didn’t sound as forced as she felt at the moment. “Of course silly…you know, zombies, werewolves, vampires, the boogie man, Michael Myers, Freddy Krueger, you know, all of them. They could all be around here right now, waiting for us.” She explained, hoping she sounded as young as she hoped.

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Tag- Thorne!
Outfit- Find her outfit here
Note- Sorry this took me a few days. I’ve been babysitting my younger sister and I tend to get a bit carried away when I’m doing other things.
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"Don't apologize," was what Katheryn said next; clearly, she had the same thought process as Thorne when it came to apologizing for the death of someone's family members. "It happened a long time ago, and I'm over it" -- how was that even possible? -- "No reason to pretend that you're sorry for something you had no control over."

Thorne could have almost laughed at that; that sort of thing did seem to happen a lot, didn't it? Only she always stopped herself, held back the childish laughter, before it was too late. She could at least be thankful for that. Especially since what Katheryn had said was by no means funny. In all honesty, it was practically the farthest thing from funny, the way that this strange little girl's mind seemed to work in the exact same way as her own.

How confusing, though; it happened a long time ago. How old could this girl possibly be? As far as Thorne could tell, she was no older than Thorne herself had been when the car accident had stolen her mother away from her. A long time ago, for a girl that young, could only mean that her parents had died when she was very, very young. Had she ever known them? Would that be better or worse than what Thorne had gone through? Maybe you couldn't miss someone as much if you never knew them.

In the end, she settled for saying nothing. Just a simple little shrug, her shoulders reaching up towards her ears before falling down again; that would have to be enough.

Something she couldn't quite figure out what to call passed over Kathy's round little face; some sort of odd mixture of fear and regret and guilt and a kind of hysterical something else. But then Kathy let out a high-pitched little giggle, and it was gone. "Of course, silly!" she squealed, but something was different about the way she was speaking now, even if Thorne couldn't tell what. "You know -- zombies, werewolves, vampires, the boogie man, Michael Myers, Freddy Krueger... You know, all of them. They could all be around here right now" -- she dropped her voice to allow a mysterious note into it -- "waiting for us."

Thorne couldn't hold back the laugh this time, although it didn't sound as bitter as most of her laughs would have. It was closer to real than her laugh had been in a long time, longer than she could count. It felt strange, the way it bubbled up from inside. "Right," she managed, finally finding herself able to calm down. She even sent a grin down at the little girl. How odd. That wasn't normal, not for Thorne. "You know they don't exist, right?"

tagged; katheryn anne o'connor
word count; too lazy to count
outfit; click for a free pet unicorn
lyrics; good to you, marianas trench
muse; temporary home, carrie underwood
notes; don't worry about it! :)

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[/font][/size]athryn 'Kathy' Anne O'Connor’s was extremely relieved.

Thankfully it didn’t seem as if the girl believed her. Her thoughts were confirmed when the woman commented on the fact that they weren’t real. She was torn between a few options on how to respond. She was loathe to agree that they weren’t real, only because then she would be denying her own very existence. She wasn’t sure why this bothered her but it did. She already knew no one in the world, not really. Her brother didn’t know she existed and her family had long since perished. Hell since both her and her brother had been killed she didn’t even have any great nieces, nephews, or any of that stuff. She almost envied other vampires who whether they liked them or not, still had family walking around. She only had her brother…and her brother had no idea she existed.

Her other option was to disagree that they were real and possible give herself away. Not at all a good option either since she wasn’t the best when it came to keeping secrets. Prime example was everything that happened today since she walked into the cemetery. She had almost given her secrets away to this girl without really even meaning too. She didn’t know what she was, though with the bit of power she could feel on her she was wondering if she was a witch. Most vampires feared witches for some reason. She guessed it was because some witches could produce balls of sunlight or whatever and kill them. She however hadn’t really ever had any bad run ins with witches so she didn’t really have an opinion on them. They didn’t hurt her she wouldn’t hurt them….that’s sort of the way she ran her life to begin with.

Her third option tended to be the one she thought would work best. Pretend. She was 11 after all….pretending was what got her through her 200 plus years of live after all. She gasped in mock shock. “You mean to tell me that Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny aren’t real either?” She asked, faking it so horribly that it was meant to be obvious she was kidding. She let tears well up in her eyes before dropping the act, giggling. “I know, but its fun to pretend sometimes isn’t it?” She asked, not really answering her question …just simply playing.

Word Count- 415
Tag- Thorne!
Outfit- Find Her Outfit Here
Note- YAYAYAYAYAY! Kathy has a post!

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[thorne]

and i thought i saw a sign
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There was a long, drawn-out pause as the little girl in front of Thorne appeared to think about what to say to that. As though she had to seriously consider if all those creatures were real or not. Thorne watched her, waiting; she couldn't help but feel a little bit thankful for the fact that she now got some time to think about this. She stared at a spot on the tree trunk behind the other girl, where the bark formed an odd little lump, as she thought.

The only creatures remotely like what you saw in movies and read about in books that Thorne knew for a fact did exist were witches; and the only witches that she knew were herself and her mother. Of course, being that her mother was gone, it was just her. Thorne the Witch, all alone.

But if she was going to be honest with herself, she knew she couldn't be the only one. There had to be others -- only how many? And where were they? Would she ever meet them? And if she took another step down that road; if witches existed, why shouldn't other mythical creatures exist, too? Vampires, werewolves, demons, angels -- were any of them real?

Finally, Katheryn seemed to decide on what to say. A sharp intake of breath, pretty blue eyes wide in shock, and she said, "You mean to tell me that Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny aren't real, either?" Thorne stared at her, face almost a mirror image of the younger girl's -- eyes wide, mouth open.

What was she supposed to do now? She couldn't even tell if Kathy was serious. All she knew was that Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny weren't real, because even though she'd still believed in them, after her mother had died, Thorne's father had stopped pretending. "They... they aren't," she said cautiously. She barely even felt the guilt that should have come with ruining an innocent person's childhood; not even when the little girl's eyes started to fill up with tears, threatening to spill onto her cheeks.

Quickly, Katheryn blinked back the almost-tears and started giggling. Full-on childish giggles. Thorne found that she couldn't even widen her eyes any farther than they had been before. "I know," laughed the little girl. "But it's fun to pretend sometimes, isn't it?" Thorne actually found a tiny glimmer of a smile making it onto her face here. She hadn't been around a child in so long; and even when she had been a child herself, starting around the time when Isabel had died, she hadn't really been a kid anymore. Thorne had never really gotten a full childhood.

"I guess so," she said, wondering if the smile was noticeable. Playing pretend had always been one of Thorne's favourite things to do as a child, at least before the car accident. But now, Thorne couldn't figure out what this girl was trying to say. Something in Katheryn's voice sounded a little bit forced, like she wasn't telling what she thought to be the truth. Bending down a little to be at the other girl's eye level, she asked quietly, "Do you really believe in all that stuff?"

tagged; katheryn anne o'connor
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[Katheryn 'Kathy' Anne O'Connor]

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[/font][/size]athryn 'Kathy' Anne O'Connor’s wasn’t stupid.

She knew that the girl in front of her with the strange name was watching her extremely closely. She didn’t like it, it unnerved her. She didn’t like feeling like she was being put under a microscope…though she knew that’s what people would do if they found out what she was. Most humans were scared of vampires, with good reason. However there were those few who were interested in them. Wanted to study then. She’d rather just be staked and get it over with than be cut open and looked at.

She remembered the rumors from a few years prior about a government group that was taking vampires, demons, werewolves, etc and studying them. She remembered hearing of the different experiments. The inner workings of them, how they’d cut them open. If they could survive with losing limbs. The drugged blood, and the behavior chip that made it so a vampire couldn’t hurt someone. She understood the reasoning and curiosity, but at least with vampire slayers (yes, she had heard of those), they just killed you. A fight, if that, and it was over. The government group, she didn’t remember their name, was inhumane, and she definitely stayed away from anyone and anything until the rumors circulated that the group had been disbanded.

It was clear when the blond girl was ready to talk. Unfortunately it wasn’t something she wanted to answer. She watched as the girl got down to her height (she hated being short!) and asked her clearly if she believed in things such as vampires, werewolves, demons, Santa, Easter Bunny, etc. She could play it one of two ways, she could pretend to be the delusional child, or she could do what she always did and play the humor card.

Option number two won out as always.

She shook her head before grinning. “I only believe in the tooth fairy.” She told her, opening her mouth a big grin to show her pearly white teeth before giggling and skipping around the tree, her giggles clearing the air of the birds that had been sleeping in the tree above.

Word Count- 409
Tag- Thorne!
Outfit- Find her outfit here
Note- No worries on the delay! My life has gotten fairly insane since my father is being transferred so its me, my sister, and my baby sister playing house together for six months while our parents are gone. God help us all!

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